The auction house was quiet for two or three seconds, and then there were laughter in twos and threes. It could be heard that everyone deliberately lowered their voices, but there is strength in numbers, so the laughter still reached Princess Yingye.
in the ears.
Princess Yingye's pretty face was almost distorted, and her silver teeth were almost broken: "Xitian, this princess will remember you!"
"Ying Ye, don't be willful. I won't take you out next time." Zhan Ye said coolly with a stern look on his face while holding back his smile.
"Obviously it was her who bullied me..." Princess Yingye said aggrievedly while holding her mouth.
The VIP room is a luxuriously decorated room. There is a huge window on the side facing the auction table. Guests can watch the entire auction room and bid at will.
There are more than twenty VIP rooms in the entire auction house. At this moment, the VIPs inside all walked to the window and looked in the direction of VIP Room No. 3.
According to legend, Master Xitian, who can tame eleventh-level spiritual beasts, is inside. Everyone wants to see what that person looks like.
Huang Beiyue looked down from the window, originally wanting to see if anyone from the Xiao family had come, but unexpectedly saw a white figure of Qing Jue in the VIP room opposite.
The ninth prince of Beiyao Kingdom, Feng Lianyi.
However, this time I could only see his back. He was sitting with his back to the window. Opposite him was an elegant young man in rich clothes and holding a folding fan.
The young man had a graceful demeanor and a gentle and elegant look on his face. I didn't know what Feng Lianyi said. He waved his folding fan and laughed, feeling like a spring breeze.
"That's Xiaoyao King Song Mi." Luoluo noticed that Huang Beiyue's gaze seemed to be lingering in the VIP room over there, so he quickly said, "The young man in white with his back to him is the ninth prince of Beiyao Kingdom. He is now in the VIP room.
The south wing serves as Proton’s Feng Lianyi.”
Huang Beiyue nodded lightly. The Xiaoyao King in his memory was a reclusive master, the chief alchemist of Nanyi Kingdom. Looking at the entire Kalta Continent, he was also a top existence.
This man is arrogant and arrogant, has a high level of ambition, rarely communicates with anyone, and even if he is in favor of the royal family, he may not sell it.
Occasionally, a few pills are refined, and the powerful and powerful people from all over the world rush to grab them.
Because alchemists are so rare, and there are even fewer alchemists like Song Mi who have reached the sixth level!
Unexpectedly, he could have such a pleasant conversation with the enemy's hostage.
Huang Beiyue just glanced over there, then returned to her seat and sat down, drinking tea slowly.
The auction was about to start, but at this moment, someone pushed the door open and said a few words in Luoluo's ear.
Luoluo frowned and whispered: "Master Xitian probably won't see guests. You should go back to Duke An."
Lord An Guo?
Huang Beiyue raised her head, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her mouth. Well done, well done!
"Luoluo, Master, please invite Duke An to come in."
"Yes." Luoluo scratched his head. Did she hear his small voice?
After a while, An Guogong came in with his precious son Xue Che with a face of ecstasy. He looked up and saw the black cloak sitting by the window with one hand on the window sill, casual and petite, but vaguely showing the demeanor of a master.
Man, the light in his eyes is almost becoming material.
"I, Xue Yang, have the honor to make the acquaintance of Mr. Xitian." Mr. An Guo walked up politely, bending down and clasping his fists, his body trembling with fat.
